Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 484 - 271: Is He Really a Genius? The Wine Vessel Flower Shattered in the Wind! (Part 3)

Zhang Shan introduced to Bai Mo.

"This group of people are the high-level members of the Beihai City Immortal Committee.

"The Chairman, Sequence Seven, Sequence Eight, they’ve all come!

"But they hardly seem capable of handling the Celestial Patrol Ghost Messenger... Beihai City happens to have a backstage boss, who follows the Immortal Artifact path..."

Oh?

Bai Mo stared at the screen, suddenly feeling odd. This Celestial Patrol Ghost Messenger, what is the origin of its Immortal Technique?

Then, from the live broadcast, the sound of wind suddenly swooshed in!

A silver river, reflecting the moonlight, flew in from afar, pierced the night sky, soared to the heavens, and charged into the Celestial Patrol Ghost Messenger!

In the silver river, one after another, were the Flying Swords of the Immortal Artifact Master?

Can they win?

Suddenly, immense dark clouds converged in the sky, deep and dim, swallowing the river of flying swords, concealing the Celestial Patrol Ghost Messenger.

In a mere moment, a large blood-red hue spread within the dark clouds, followed by a silver rain.

It turned out to be flying swords, getting broken, shattered, with fragments carried by the night wind, falling like defeated soldiers across the sky!

The conference room was abuzz with conversation.

Mo Lanyou wiped her eyes.

"My heavens, how many cultivation stages has the Beihai boss completed?

"Weren’t they defeated... too easily?"

Chairman Chen Shu took out his phone, ready to receive instructions and react at any moment.

Zhang Shan, sitting next to Bai Mo, also looked shocked.

"This... seems like a terrible defeat?"

Nearby, other Immortal Technique Committee members were whispering to each other.

"No wonder our West State Boss didn’t engage last night; turns out this Celestial Patrol Ghost Messenger is this formidable?"

Bai Mo smirked slightly.

Then he saw on the large screen that the dark clouds in the sky scattered, revealing the stars and moon of the night sky.

The Celestial Patrol Ghost Messenger also disappeared without a trace.

Bai Mo felt disgusted, as if he swallowed a fly... The Fire Toad Balloon was still on the way, and it just fled?

On the other side of the large screen, a silver light flew from beyond the skies, it was a broadsword, like a small boat, landing on the Celestial Platform, sparks flying as it scraped the ground, sliding into the midst of the Beihai Immortal Committee’s high-ranking members.

On top of the broadsword, a figure lay prone, bloodied and unconscious, slightly twitching.

Is it the Beihai boss?

This person was also a backstage player, never having revealed their identity before.

Seriously injured this time, seeking help from the Beihai Immortal Committee?

Then the people of Beihai rushed forward, picking up this backstage boss, instinctively wiping the blood from the face, and were shocked to find... or rather, she was actually a woman!

Bai Mo watched the live broadcast, from a distance seeing this unconscious woman, feeling she looked familiar... Did she resemble Guan Yue Ling?

Guan Yue Ling was also from Beihai. Could this woman be Guan Yue Ling’s cousin?

...

On the Celestial Platform, the night wind howled.

Chairman Beihai held the backstage boss of Beihai, ready to check her pulse.

Suddenly, he sensed strange looks coming from behind.

"Something’s wrong. Could the Ancient Immortals behind the present Immortal Technique Committee members seize this chance to eliminate the backstage boss?

"Turn the Immortal Technique Committee members into puppets and forcibly remove this backstage boss?"

Chairman Beihai reached out and pointed to two pots of Wine Vessel Flowers nearby!

The flowers shaped like wine vessels swayed in the wind.

"I’d advise everyone not to act rashly, think twice before acting!

"These two pots of flowers may not be fake!"

The Beihai Sequence Seven Immortal Technique Committee member, his eyes already glazed, half-awake, half-asleep, his voice sounding hoarse and unsteady.

"Who are you fooling?

"Whether these two pots are real or fake, don’t we all know?"

This Immortal Technique Committee member’s body appeared as an illusion, darting towards the Wine Vessel Flowers.

Smack!

With one slap, he shattered the fake Wine Vessel Flowers into dust, scattering juice and fragments into the night wind.